you today was the most we've ever done. Jeez.”
His hand ran through his hair in frustration. The doors slid open as the car came to a halt, beyond the doors was a little entry way with two doors. Jaxon took my hand and led me to the doors on the left.
“ I still don't understand. How isn't right if we've never done anything? How old am I now?”
I frowned. How old was I? It was my birthday so I could assume that he wouldn't buy a car for someone who couldn't at least drive it.
“ Twenty-one.” he said quietly “I'll only be a few minutes, make yourself comfortable.”
He walked through the apartment, his footsteps heavy over the wood floors. Standing in the entry seemed pointless when he said to make myself comfortable. So I ventured further into his apartment, the lounge room was to the right. It seemed rather standard with the large lounge that dominated the room, a flat screen television mounted to the far wall. On the left was a dining room that contained a long glass table with a lot of chairs neatly tucked to the table. Overhead was a glittering light, the strands of glass beads in what looked like it could be in excessive a hundred, maybe two hundred.
All of the walls were the same, a soft white that was almost creamy in color. The shadowed walls were darker looking like a cream rather than a stark white. I passed yet another lounge room, this one had views of the landscape that was beyond the enormous patio area.
When I found his bedroom I stopped, wondering if I dared to step over the line. I looked down at the floor, there were no differences to be had. The flooring continued throughout. But that did not matter, what mattered was which way I stepped.
“ Is the floor that interesting?”
I looked up, Jaxon was standing at the edge of his bed. He'd changed from the suit into a pair of jeans and I guess he'd forgotten to put the shirt on. God damn, it was a stunning view. His torso was tattoos on nicely honed muscles. Not overdone but just enough to show definition and look incredible. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know where to look.
“ Do you not want to be my boyfriend?”
“ Memory loss has certainly affected your shyness Kaylee. Yesterday you would have never asked that question.”
Jaxon grinned and I turned away. He'd avoided the question with distraction. I might have memory loss but I wasn't an idiot.
“ I do.”
I turned to see him standing at the doorway, the momentary happiness had faded away, replaced with concern.
“ I do Kaylee, I swear I do. But you are bruised and hurt, you've lost your memory and it's my fault. I'm in the shit with everyone because of it and it's come at the worst possible time for my job.”
“ Clearly this is something that has caused an issue between us and even though I have no clue about what has happened I know that I'm not going to take any crap. Either you are or you aren't, there's no if's, buts or maybes. You decide now and stop the distraction nonsense.”
He walked over and took my hand, putting it to the new tattoo.
“ Do you think that I would get this on a maybe? If you want a definitive answer then so be it.”
My heart stopped, I swear it just completely seized up and refused to do anything more as it waited for him to say it. I wanted to beg him to just spit it out, fearing that my heart may never start again.
“ We'll take it slow because of this.” he gestured to my face. “But yes Kaylee, I am your boyfriend.”
As he leaned in to kiss me, he pressed me to the wall gently. My heart thumped hard, thankfully there was no issue with the stupid thing refusing to work. Now it was working overtime.
His lips traced over mine, wary of hurting me his kiss was delicate. My face was bruised, not my lips so I pulled him to me. He complied and our kiss became deeper, molding and pressing against the other. I felt his tongue trace over mine and my body became looser, folding into his arms.
The hand that had been on the new tattoo made
His hand ran through his hair in frustration. The doors slid open as the car came to a halt, beyond the doors was a little entry way with two doors. Jaxon took my hand and led me to the doors on the left.
“ I still don't understand. How isn't right if we've never done anything? How old am I now?”
I frowned. How old was I? It was my birthday so I could assume that he wouldn't buy a car for someone who couldn't at least drive it.
“ Twenty-one.” he said quietly “I'll only be a few minutes, make yourself comfortable.”
He walked through the apartment, his footsteps heavy over the wood floors. Standing in the entry seemed pointless when he said to make myself comfortable. So I ventured further into his apartment, the lounge room was to the right. It seemed rather standard with the large lounge that dominated the room, a flat screen television mounted to the far wall. On the left was a dining room that contained a long glass table with a lot of chairs neatly tucked to the table. Overhead was a glittering light, the strands of glass beads in what looked like it could be in excessive a hundred, maybe two hundred.
All of the walls were the same, a soft white that was almost creamy in color. The shadowed walls were darker looking like a cream rather than a stark white. I passed yet another lounge room, this one had views of the landscape that was beyond the enormous patio area.
When I found his bedroom I stopped, wondering if I dared to step over the line. I looked down at the floor, there were no differences to be had. The flooring continued throughout. But that did not matter, what mattered was which way I stepped.
“ Is the floor that interesting?”
I looked up, Jaxon was standing at the edge of his bed. He'd changed from the suit into a pair of jeans and I guess he'd forgotten to put the shirt on. God damn, it was a stunning view. His torso was tattoos on nicely honed muscles. Not overdone but just enough to show definition and look incredible. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know where to look.
“ Do you not want to be my boyfriend?”
“ Memory loss has certainly affected your shyness Kaylee. Yesterday you would have never asked that question.”
Jaxon grinned and I turned away. He'd avoided the question with distraction. I might have memory loss but I wasn't an idiot.
“ I do.”
I turned to see him standing at the doorway, the momentary happiness had faded away, replaced with concern.
“ I do Kaylee, I swear I do. But you are bruised and hurt, you've lost your memory and it's my fault. I'm in the shit with everyone because of it and it's come at the worst possible time for my job.”
“ Clearly this is something that has caused an issue between us and even though I have no clue about what has happened I know that I'm not going to take any crap. Either you are or you aren't, there's no if's, buts or maybes. You decide now and stop the distraction nonsense.”
He walked over and took my hand, putting it to the new tattoo.
“ Do you think that I would get this on a maybe? If you want a definitive answer then so be it.”
My heart stopped, I swear it just completely seized up and refused to do anything more as it waited for him to say it. I wanted to beg him to just spit it out, fearing that my heart may never start again.
“ We'll take it slow because of this.” he gestured to my face. “But yes Kaylee, I am your boyfriend.”
As he leaned in to kiss me, he pressed me to the wall gently. My heart thumped hard, thankfully there was no issue with the stupid thing refusing to work. Now it was working overtime.
His lips traced over mine, wary of hurting me his kiss was delicate. My face was bruised, not my lips so I pulled him to me. He complied and our kiss became deeper, molding and pressing against the other. I felt his tongue trace over mine and my body became looser, folding into his arms.
The hand that had been on the new tattoo made
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